Submitting to Her(14)

"Yes?"

I entered the room, standing almost at attention a few paces inside the door. Zoey was sitting at her desk as usual, buried in a mountain of paperwork. She hadn't been idling while we were hard at work outside.

"What is it?" she asked me, not even looking up from her work.

"I... uh... I brought you the Villier report, Ms Schoenberg," I said. I wondered if calling her by that name might somehow remind her of our Friday evening together.

"Thanks," she said, sounding like any other girl fresh out of college might when dealing with a guy who wasn't of much importance to her.

My heart felt as though it was being squeezed in a vice. I stammered, "Uh... great... just thought... you know... it might be useful for your P62(b)."

I waited for a long heartbeat, and there was nothing. So I turned on my heel and headed for the door.

"Jones?" Her voice stopped me. Even just saying my surname, there was a new sternness, a new power to her that hadn't been there a moment ago.

"Yes, Ms Schoenberg?" I turned back to her.

She looked up at me now. God, she seemed so young sitting there. Was she really my boss? Had she really been promoted above me, so soon after her college graduation? Well, wasn't that what a costly education at one of the top places got you?

"You've done well," she said. "I've been noticing the improvement in the team."

"Thank you, Ma’am," I said. I hadn't any idea how she'd been monitoring our progress, having not made it out of her room yet this week.

"Have you... kept your other promise?" she asked.

I gulped. "Yes, Ma’am." My cock was tenting my pants - I was surprised she couldn't tell I'd kept my other promise.

"Not one touch?"

"No, Ma’am."

"Good," she said. "Then we've only got the small matter of your theft to discuss."

I felt a jolt through my heart. "Theft, Ms Schoenberg?"

Zoey stood up, leaning over the desk. She said: "I left something behind in my office last week, and as I understand it, you took them." God - her panties. What a trap I'd walked into.

She walked over to me slowly, breathtaking in a power suit that had an even shorter skirt than normal.

I tried to stammer out some kind of denial or excuse, but my tongue was somewhat tied, and before I could really say anything, she said: "I thought we agreed: if it's only you and I, you do not speak unless answering a question."

I nodded.

She approached me. I could smell her perfume, I did my best to inhale as much as I could without appearing to. God I needed her. She stood inches in front of me, looking me over. I wondered if I ought to be kneeling, or bowing or something like that. She hadn't told me to, however.

She reached into my pants pocket, and her dexterous fingers managed to retrieve her underwear.

"So, you did take them," she said.

"I'm sorry, Ms Schoenberg," I said, but she shook her head, held a finger to her lips.

"You'll have to be punished."

I felt her hand move around to my crotch now, tracing out the shape of my hard cock through the fabric of my pants. Oh God, what I would have given for some release.

She said: "It's such a shame, because it seems to me that you could really do with some relief. You know, your work so far this week does deserve some reward..."

I was filled with hope, but then she added: "Too bad we'll have to wait until tomorrow night. Theft cannot go unpunished, you know."

"No, Ma’am," I said. Another slight transgression of the question rule, but she let it pass.

"Okay then," she said, turning now, to walk back towards her desk. "You'll continue your good work with the team, and assuming all goes well, you may get some kind of bonus."

Resuming her seat, she dismissed me from her office.

But, just before I left, she called out: "You'd better not do anything tonight to risk your reward, Jones."

I knew what she meant, and groaned.





Chapter Six





Another trip to the gym that evening, and I was going nuts.

Ordinarily, I think I would have been fine to go without tending to myself for a while - I don't know, I never really tried it, but even if I had a busy week, invariably the weekend came along and there would be some kind of date, or I'd run into somebody on a night out, so that sort of self care was rarely needed.

I believe I probably could have done the whole Seinfeld 'Master of My Domain' thing longish-term, too. But having Zoey around me in the office, having been so intimate with her - I was obsessing.

The next day, again, proceeded as normal. To keep myself going, motivated for the usual day in the sales room, I had to tell myself something was going to happen that evening after work. Only once did a colleague - Brooks - ask me if everything was all right, suggesting I seemed a little preoccupied as Zoey exited her office to head up for a meeting upstairs.